i was fired up by the slogan, free mandela. years later, at abc, i traveled to south africa to embezzle his birthplace and qunu, where he you up as a small child. and where he will be buried alongside his parents. and earlier this year, i spent weeks in pretoria, outside his hospital, after waives of waives of south africans came singing and dancing, celebrating his life. ironically, mandela's hospital room was not far from the courthouse where, in 1963, he and seven co-defendants were tried for attempting to overthrow the white rule government. the trial began in this courtroom in pretoria. there was no jury. a judge would decide the fate of the defendants. the maximum penalty, death by hanging. a few months ago, i sat down with mac maharaj, a close friend with mandela's, who spent years with him in prison. i read and people who know nelson mandela, to some degree, he felt burdened by being an icon. it ha has to be tough. >> he always felt that. and that is why he then finds he has to go an extra distance, not to disillusion y